My state of mind,
negative like the state of mine
California, where they run
with nickel -plated nines
And as a shorty, yo, I used to bump 45s
Now every night, all I hear is just 45s
The jealousy is intense,
you know they love to hate ya
Round my way, it ain't no sunshine,
that's mother nature
It don't help,
I'm an enemy of father time
Running out of seconds
while I'm chasing dollar signs
In a world where what matters
is the bottom line
They say fuck the youth
til there's a Columbine
Home life,
moms and pops was always gone
But the TV was there
and it was always on
Me, I don't spoke, bud,
now you couldn't call me kind
I'm trying to stay alive
in between all these bombs
Evading assholes, hit the grind,
get the cash flow
Keep it hotter than Ta basco,
it's Kane and Rascal
What you know about me?
See, my life consists of
Hot rhymes and beats, politics,
yo com bined with streets
Time waits for no man
and I ain't trying to preach
There's new heights that
I'm trying to reach,
ain't no sunshine
See my life consists of
16's and hooks
Making sure MC's are shook,
kick knowledge that ain't
seen in books
Streets are our key part,
we the art of hip -hop
So look, it's a fish shot,
it's rasta blast a skunk missile
Off with bread, I'm off with heads,
calling the feds
I'm breaking the law,
breaking your jaw
Twist back wigs, I run with bad kids
I'm back for biz to crack your ribs
Niggas still tryna catch my
hooks and add lids
I work the scratch, no blocks or gats
Just hard -ass tracks,
the bass and hi -hats
Keep livin' your life, I'm livin' it right
Paid the price, the man only gave a slice
I want the whole,
it's Rastim spittin' it cold
Make you fold, spit game, take your role
Take control, tell devil take your soul
Now you can't come back again
And you can't win,
floss to get the costly shit
The Benz, the house, the kids,
and the beautiful spouse
See my life consists of hot
rhymes and beats
Politics, yo, com bined with streets
Time waits for no man
and I ain't tryin' to preach
There's new heights that
I'm tryin' to reach
Ain't no sunshine
See my life consists of six
-teens and hooks
Makin' sure MCs are shook
Kick knowledge that ain't
seen in books
Streets far, keep hard,
we the art of hip -hop
So look, ain't no sunshine
Yeah, Cali agents, Mr. Kang
Know what sayin'?
Ain't no motherfuckin' sunshine
in neither one of our cities
Know what I'm sayin'?
Still go to state though
Yo, speak not those weak thoughts
When we talk, my G -Force
Walks with Hawks, the elite force
I'm stuck on the streets
just puffin' this reefer
Come fuck with my peoples
as if you wanna be something
Product of the charts,
polished in the art
Knowledge in the dark,
leave you with the chills
Feeling like you're swal
lowing your heart
Caught up in the dark, we're goons
And when niggas get gas,
I just spark the fuse
So hot they call me Arsene, dude
Show shot and you can blow cock
If you think you stopping, dude
But wait, my style darkens
Thou haters shall not win
I'm like a mix between Al
Qaeda and Al Sharpton
A mix between powers
greater than any logic
Checks that we deposit
Express the mini -Lodges
I'm blessed to be the hardest
Blessed to be the largest
And as far as my rivals I'm
Xing all my targets
Fuck with A's, y have
to dare and adventure
And if you want some bread,
you gotta tell him I sent ya
Tell him I'm with ya,
references, letters and pictures
Now just measure the strength from
and cherish the gift from
The greatest sense, big pun,
nigga this shit's done
I'm a sharp shooter,
you just a victor
Mista Cane 
